Yet he seemed not a moment to mind it;
But clambered each hill's side and ran down each hollow,
Oft looking to see if the friar would follow,
Not thinking howe'er he'd be found thus.
But when we do actions of which we're ashamed,
And conscience informs us we ought to be blamed,
We're sure to look anxious around us.
"But had not old Peter abandoned the chase,"
The Abbot exclaimed, "ere I popp'd in his place,
As executor to the old lady?